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Inertia
by Peggie EngMy heart is just hanging in space, no time, rhyme or place.
My heart needs to fall like a shooting star to the cold ground, exploding into shards, each piece taking on a life of its own.
But where does it fall, will the journey be worth it all?
Will it leave my heart an empty shell, and have no worthy place at all?
11/01/2009
Author's Note: One's heart is a very fragile thing.
Posted on 11/02/2009
Copyright © 2025 Peggie Eng
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/02/09 at 03:47 AM ... so very poignant..... exceptional! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/05/09 at 03:38 PM one's heart is...but your poems have captured the essence of what a heart is and can be when risen to its zenith of feeling and desire |
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